My buddy...Buddy

This face is a face I smooch alot. Yes I kiss my horses...they deserve it. Not as much as I smooch Mark, but they come in a close second.

I am looking forward to lots of fun trail rides this year...on Cheech and on Buddy. The best thing about Buddy is that we've developed this partnership...I don't worry when I ride him...I relax. We are past that hump of me being on guard...I know his next move in advance and trust him completely. I just adore him. And that face...who wouldn't love that face!

ps. Buddy turns 8 on March 15th. I plan to sing to him. Don't worry...I'll post the video here. Check back when you have time. And if you don't have time...MAKE time. I promise you'll be happy you did.

Smitten

This is Doc...Cheyenne's boyfriend...yup...that's what I said...boyfriend. They are SO in love, it's almost nauseating sometimes. I mean really...look at those faces...I almost wonder if I caught them doing something inappropriate. Hmmmm...better check her for hickies.

Sleigh Ride

We've been shoveling and plowing for days...and I'm not gonna lie...we were starting to loathe the snow. We knew this negative energy was not good for either of our spirits. So yesterday we decided to make amends...bury the hatchet so to say. We hit the hill on our sleds. What a blast!

My sled was more of the modern style...but it's super fast...I think the pink makes it that way. Mark's is more a vintage style and this thing cranks. I mean seriously it goes scarey fast. Must be the weight. (Mark and I had just had HUGE subs from Subway for lunch)

First we had to clear the gate of snow so we could have an escape route. (this took a long time) Of course we did not have anything to stop us from careening down the hill and into the boggy spring swamp mess in the woods...but sometimes it's fun to live dangerously.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!

See that hump of snow? Man I totally caught MAJOR air on that hump. So fun. I also careened into the swampy spring bog in the woods. It's all good...it's part of the game. You know?

Luckily we did not have any major mishaps...so we figured we'd stage a few. We call it the redneck Olympics. Mark got gold in the downhill fence one man toboggan. His form was unmatched.

I got Silver. Hey...I had stiff competition!

Tree hugger

Can you imagine the surprise when I looked out my french doors and witnessed Diesel two stories off the ground? This my second story deck/porch that he is above.

I "think" he was hunting birds. But we all know the birds are way smarter...and therefore in no real danger. It didn't take long for Diesel to decide that it is much easier to come inside...whine incessantly for wet food (to which I oblige and feed him) and then curl up for a warm nap.

I feel sorry for Mark sometimes...he frequently becomes the napping space. Shoot...frequently? Almost always is more accurate. At least Diesel is safe here.

Dessert

Mark and I love dessert. We love dessert so much we sometimes plan our dinner based on what's for dessert. Usually we have ice cream...even in the winter. We warm it up by adding a brownie...warmed. YUM! And then there's Mark's idea of warming up dessert. I tend to agree...YUM!

Plbbbbbbbbb

I think Cheyenne is sick of all the snow. At 4 years of age going on 5, raspberries are the most appropriate way to express oneself. (I have to say that I totally agree with her...snow...plbbbbbbbb).

POWER restored!

Happy to report...we have electricity again. Yay! It almost didn't happen (I think). I was on my way out to run errands...and I was making my way up our dicey little road...fishtailing the whole way and thinking there ain't no way a big ole BGE truck is gonna get down and then back up this road. As I crested the hill, what do I see? The BGE truck! Two guys are standing outside the truck gathering materials. I rolled down my window and asked hey...you aren't by chance heading down this road to (our address) are you? They were!

I offered to drive them down in my Jeep...there was no way that big ole BGE truck was gonna make it. So they climbed in and off we went. Once we got to the farm, they were able to pinpoint the problem right away. They used this LOOOOOONNNNGG pole to remove the old blown fuse and install a new one. Voila...power restored. I could have kissed those guys...but that just wouldn't have been appropriate...so instead I gave them lunch money.

Some will say...they were doing their job. I say...these guys were gonna WALK down my road to see if they could fix our power outage. That spoke to me. Anyway...in celebration...I am now doing laundry. Whahoooooo!